something quite deep, without a precise title and mostly unedited

...... Talking to the evening, asking it to bring a kind dream for the night.. the orders of the Milky Way might find a new song, a new element in scriptography without any precise meaning.... Subsequently the stars twist and turn in a series of words above the world and in a moment the knight covers the sky in night, his black wings swirling the steam from the late cup of tea and the last bedtime story is told before the final * good night* prayer.

   The lights are gone but there is still a glow of the entities watching over the world and if you notice the small red lights between the stars maybe you could send them a smile.

   Someones already did that...

1. HIM

   I feel so much more abstract as day turns to night.. I wrote my soul on a peace of stone and sent it flying until I broke the window of a heart with the endless love of tears... I never chose but have been chosen through gentle pain and ink of artistic tangled surroundings that brought me from one place to another space and as my dimmensional consciousness radiantly flashes my spiritual reflections on her eyebrow I take that which is mine but just for a moment until I belong no more... and the frame again and I give away and I fall and rise in an endless search... I send them a smile and they might take me...

2. HER

   What is the signifiant and the deep? Where lies a concentrated brain there also lies a strategy of hiding and where there is a mother there shall be earth and sacrifice... I saw the whole genesis and wrote the story of this earthly wonder through objective perspectives, through technical feelings and unspoken proposals.... My task was to learn the universal lullaby for all generations and why it made them sleep they never asked... when darkness came they withdrew to the protection of the inner core of my central magnets and close their eyes to dive within.. I have always been ballanced but this time I thought of changing from a solar satelite into a different figure... They answered at my smile and now I am happy... weather I float or dive they might still take me...

3. HIM and HER- THEM

  Non-parasitic but ever existing, ever twins, ever children, ever him and ever her, of earth and atmosphere, of essence, of purity, fragile and brave with fair thoughts, spinning through endlessness to keep the generations in their continuous rhythm of movement, drawing the widest and largest forests, montains and seas, having geography as an useful friend of the wise historian who shall take charge of waving a crown of stars over his head and into the stories of old.. never turning their back on each other us the brothers, us the formers and the lovers of nature, air and stone , born and reborn and reinvented again shall lead struggles to the light... and now we smile and they might take us....

  The Milky Way has turned into silk of smiles and energies of the wildest... As the Universe shall expand in times to come we might as well smile upon it and in the wonder of that small red glow, our journey might bring a feeling of glory and lust so that knowledge and strength might make one s feeling so as to belong more than worth living......

Lasers, fractals and emotions ( unedited)

      The snoflake is very smooth and cold at the touch, just like a human soul with no hurtful intention. I have a warm laser implanted in my heart and the glowing light directs a silky ray towards my palm where the snoflake has a realm of dwelling for the time being. Within it there are thousands of snoflakes alike which all unite as one when forming a whole and all separate into perfect divisions of the same consisting matter when taken individually living in this perfect continuity of a misterious mass. As my heart steps faster the laser melts away that flaky form and turns it all into melting water of which I can distinguish between the multitude of atoms. Spirals within spirals which take me deeply daydreaming of a mirrorlike frame which shapes and reshapes a static point through which countless lines of all measurable and unmeasurable dimmensions stop to greet the moment of general genessis. This fascinating reflex of producing what was there again and again in such a mindful flow makes the roots of the plant take not only nutrients from the Earth but also feelings of the past which they keep telling like a melodic story to the Sun each moment they turn towards him. He feels them and tells the other figures of life superior to our possible knowledge and thus, the fallen stars that take a bow for a human wish can be no more than emotions which earthly generations drowned in tears that stayed with the soil until the wize stars took them into consideration in a kind of integral priority list. The flake which shall one day be rain and snow again with his own phenomenal story is now a full share of my mindly philosophy as it fragments and fragments without an end only to become itself again for what is old becomes new when the new turns into old. And so the triangles within others that simple neuroperception defines as optical illusions are actually a sequence of infinity if one feels the desire to go further on the path of finding the middle of that perfect circle visible only to the kindest heart. My eyes are now heavy with years of dreaming and so I feel the need of asking for a new laser so that my heart could also depict what it holds within for the ones to come and stand here where I stood... It might be an incredible irony, a spiritual trick or maybe an essential healing method but if you have a better laser, please at least do let me know for I want to invest all my emotions with it!!

Feelings and Structures ( unedited... hard to decide on the details... purely empathic )

  There shall be a change in direction... the continuous search through a mess of variables and well-organized thoughts lost between pages combining the reality of today with a sad prediction for tomorrow... All states turn their magnetic movements to alliances of the new conceptual consensus and once again there is a big bang of information but this time mixed in a different way with feelings and emotions. The forces started gathering weapons as a new dawn hits the wonders of this world shining upon all things built in the past...  The eukaryotic tears of life forming vigillent mitochondria for the military troups to find inspiration for the brightest generation of advanced artillery so soft and soothing tearing flesh and bone without pain, without any expectations brightly directed to a smart strategy that links electric love to tangeable waves of the very new starting essence... When the sun reaches noon and stands proudly in the middle of the sky, smiling to the Zenith and adoring the Nadir the ray glittering on the central space of glial construction burns the vocal chorus of a pagan freedomchant.... the whole world is a desert painted in sparkling colours and the heet drowns the mirax into sleeping philosophy.... The troups  keep riding forward and the states rearange their position in the marvelous picture framed by the master artist who finely sculpted this whole Era just like a puzzle of games and roles... The sun turns to the afternoon mode  and the clocks keep calculating the remaining amount of hemoglobin in the heavily loaded metal bodies of nuchlear songs... The sun has now gone to sleep and the desert is still and tranquil like a fragile maiden... The states decide to have a talk in an iced room in which love and hatred shall face a desolate decision of non-voluntary and uneasy peace... Soldiers fall onto the ground and recite magical tunes while growing trees cover them from the eyes of mortals and from the pages of a written fairytale... This is the night of most powerful emotions and under the tender coldness of sugar-like stars, mindsignals capture a soft image perceptive only to the finest ears and the sensitive hearts....

THE ROMANIANS ARE COMING... But how come ? (unedited)

Open Letter to all successful Romanians in the UK :

 Dear Students, doctors, CEOs, politicians, researchers, teachers, lecturers..... :

  I very much intended to adress to all of you as today I watched the first two broadcasted episodes of The Romanians are Coming. I see that most of you find it as an insult to our country as well as nation. Of course, most of the cases presented were of Rroma ethnics but since the nationality is the same in our ID cards, we are all equal for the EU in our ways and structural perception. It was of great trouble to see all of you on the streets and allover social media posting how shameful this is for you who are doing your daily best to show that our country is not what the western perception frames it is. We are not only that coorrupt end of line with people who know nothing more than to swear, throw rubbish on the street and steel. However what this series wants to point out is that not all of us are represented solely by the famous Nadia comaneci.
  Since most of you are highly educated I would like to show you the other side of the story. Take the social model example: Primary or primordial socialization is a process learned at home since a very young age. Most of this children, living in conditions of outstanding poverty without any possible premisse of ascending do NOT have propper implemented moral values in an initial state of cognition. Their empathy works only as a mechanism when survival is at stake and their only wish is to get another bite of that loaf of bread shared between maybe more than eight siblings. Most of them were not as lucky as we were. Some of us might nnot have lived in high class conditions but might have received propper education to stimulate our thought and will to be both honest and capable enough as to be highly spoken of in our study or workfield.
    Contraventional actions are mostly a label of extreme disperate situations. Take the case of a man with no quallification searching for something to work without a place to sleep and without any skills in English. It is obvious that some of them are intending to do a nasty job with their tricks for another extra pound however the majority have to lie and state that they do have a stable home just so they get permission to work in the UK. I am not defending them but it slightly dawned on me that some situations are not clearly being subscribed to objective thinking.,,,
  WHY ON EARTH do they have more than seven children if they cannot afford a decent living? Well because of cultural reasons and because of the social convention. Another child earns a little bit more  family money from the Romanian state and since their minds are lacking the logics of direct proportionality they cannot manage to figure out that costs grow as fast as the birth of another child.  Regardless the issue they might be inspired into believing that a lot of children might take them out of poverty at an elderly age. If we keep asking why we will never find a solution to the current situation. The key question could be HOW?
  The series is an alarm for the Romanian State which cannot provide standardized EU condition. In the majority of situation a poor gipsy would go to the UK and do whatever he or she can for a better living. Our country offers poor if not NONE of the good practice legal condition for a desirable life. The crisis, the level of earning and the resources are few however it is our civil duty as institutional powers with a role in the State to advance and protect the homeless not in a compasionate but in a more integrative and constructive way. At least some of them beneffit for social services in the UK and trust me, they do not have any of YOU in mind when they do whatever they feel. Prestigious doctors and students or wonderful people are beyond their level of understanding so they did not go there to smother our name. They just went for themselves and their families for the abstract cognition is not attached to their mental construction. For them  dinner and bed are luxurious in the UK for in Romania they might only be a dream...
  I am asking all bright minds to fully understand this social phenomenon and to work together in order to get rid of this situation in a legal and integrative way . Of course this might also envolve sanctions for the unwilling but at least if investment needs to be done may it start from this sign of light.
  I am deeply impressed by Channel 4 and I congratulate the whole team behind this powerful message! I take it as a chance to thank the British for investing in telling our state that we are facing a serious problem of starvation, poverty and strong clivages even in the current EU shining imaginary glow. Let us understand and come up not with hatred for our own country but with concern for the future and will for powerful actions in implementing a decent integration!!

Yours faithfuly,
Petra- a Romanian Student of International Relations

Of Heart, Soul and Son .... ( unedited )

             He left the room... The door closed silently behind him and I lifted myself from the chair without a drop of energy. One moment laterr I was fighting with my moral principles but still my hands led me to the library shelf of coloured books. I found the thing I was looking for. In a book of romantic poetry, the folded papers which showed evidence of the heart transplant he paid dear money for, were clear and bright in front of my eyes. He was rich enough to have a camera in the room and I knew that he was watching me at that very moment. We both knew what was to come. He entered once again. I did not panic . I did not react. He started scanning me from head to toe but I had no  fear for i knew how to handle the situation
 So.... you did it.. he said...
No, I did nothing! You already knew what I would do so it is you who did something. I had no certain evidence that these papers existed but you were sure that I have come to look for them.... I am now so convinced that you did itt and I did nothing... so the fact is yours......
 What ?
Exactly just that.....
You do not have the right to......
But Sir, is it your right to steal one's heart? How could you take his life with only a shake of your hand? How dare you cut the flow of energy just because his beat is so melodic it brings you down? My son is now so cold and now that I miss him I cannot touch his tearful face just as I did before he told me he was to fall asleep....
 So, what will you do to me now? What do you want from me?
 Nothing more than to know....  I will now tell you a story which made me sure of how to find you....
  * 1. Writting Music:
  My son, the musician is writting the rhythm of his heart for those he loves, for the Sun and for all beings. As a new image emerges, a new flow makes him work the mixer for a new song and a new trend in music. Why is he a fusionist? Because he finds morphology in the meaning of a song and applies the function to the listeners thus making another experiment for the audience. His heart heals the sickly and brings love to the ones lacking it. HeartHunters allover the world are after him till someone else is ill and on the verge of dying. that person can sing with a great innerness that transfigurates the world in a bliss of tears and can manage thoughts at a fingertip. This boy's father. the creator of a SoulHunter organization wants to save his son and would do anything including the capturing of the purest Universal Heart.*
  * 2. SoulHunter Daddy vs. WordManager Mommy:
  Thus I found you in a structure of words which I felt so close and so familiar that the letters brought me to you in a game of harmony. I can now look into your eyes and tell you that you did it. I have nothing more to give though I understand my words make you want more and the confusion which wants more than the wanted ones had ever wanted will bring a wanting that might be not a desire but a warning threat. Do not tear your son open again! You will cut him to peaces implanting everything you find and it might not be what you expect. I wanted to meet your son and tell him that his heart belongs to a memory and that he should spread his wings now that he can link to creating as well as singing. No other intention did I have in mind and none will I have from now.... The only thing is that your money might not buy yoour son's life one more time....*
  SoulHunter started extracting all the letters and words from my chest as I worked on blocking his quality without success....
Dad....?
  Poor convalescent with a new heart who entered the room at the inadequate moment... Both of us looked at him and sent the attacking flux over him, his brilliant soul and beautiful new heart. He quickly cried in shock and then turned into bright light and dissappeared for good....
 Silence..... nodding.... tears...
 Did we?....
Yes... we both did it and our sons might write and compose together soon.... only not for us but for the stars...
 We both turned away and left with sorrow in our hearts....
 Hanging on to a memory....
 Maybe some day we will create a different heart and soulfelt, wordful hunted melody.....

fantastic Revelation ( uneditade )

     The rain starts raining over the forest... and the dwelling of fantasy starts spreading thoughts allover the world giving the place a concentration of its' own. It looks as if the rain brings a verse to the tearful face of the one who decides to wonder and it also loooks like the opening of a different era, a road to innitiation of primordial stages taking one's mind to another more advanced level.
  As the beings emerge from behind the branches, magical wolves start chanting a song in the old forgotten language and call the  living to a secret gathering. In the middle of the woods there are figures painted on mist, winged ghosts made of antimaterial peaces and the * thinking thinkers*. They have a humanlike look only that they can use their brain upto full capacity. While they're talking they can think about the next thing they will say two days from now. Their friends, the weatherers control the rain judging by their feelings. Sky wars were created because of their different factions. Some were sad and called upon a short heavy torrent to wash their tears away while the others in a more stronger emotion summoned a fast emerging sun that would dry the rain away and clear up every pattern.
  The strongest by far are the Starriers. Warriors of the stars, they  are so marvelous for they are half human and half pegasus with the most amazing wings. Embroidery made of stardust make them establish the order of the night and fly over a darkened sky bringing dreams to ordinary people and controling their wishes not to mention the greatest desires through shooting stories cast into the simplest human mind....
  The starriers are preparing to close down the weatherers' rain and set out to the big cities where souls have to drown in an intense poetry.  The forest is so deep and the harmonious wings cover everything with a soft light of dust spreading a nice jasmine fragrance over the beings that dive into the world of subliminal sleep. If something goes wrong the starriers will bring disorder to the constelations so they are obliged to live in an objective peaceful state. A rebel starrier however falls from the sky and a concentrated human under the influence of lucide dreaming makes a wish at the window. He wants to find eternal love. The  fallen starrier recepting that superficial wish makes a last attempt to live eternaly and transfers his wings over to the human who awakes in a wild rage in the forest where the weatherers set up a thoughtful burst of rain for the fallen one. Human Starrier turns into a set of thoughts and his partially winged pegasus body brings up his desolation. Will he now fly with the others? No. He has no wish of doing so . He tears up his wings and because of his artistic feelings he starts decorating the trees with star fragments until he makes small drawings of magical signs. Then he creates a musical instrument from his tail using wood and his strong hairs as strings thus paying a tribute to the rainmaking weatherers who will now chant a variety of phenomena and then he pais tribute to the ghosty creatures and the thinking thinkers giving his soul to the first ones and his mind to the latter. His body is tribute to the ground along with the former rebel starrier and thus he is thankful for allover the place where his presence is felt there is a strong feeling of eternal and universal love....
  The forest has long since been forgotten by humans.... thus the storyteller  finished his bedtime story while keeping me all the time at high concentration power.
 But can the forest still be found?
Everyone can find it as long as something is given for the sake of joy and love.
  Today as years went by I have learned the meaning of tribute but I have also learned that giving and taking are both the same for nothing is unpayed by laws of nature be it good or ill... The one who gives will always receive and the one who gets will give unknowingly if not by free will. I always got what I gave however I am wondering of the concepts I must give in order to optain a truthful meaning... Another essential thing is that I should also give my patience for an answer and when a soul is in its' right state  the perfect symbol will appear out of nowhere and then with only two or three simple words I might learn the identifying of inner ballance so as to turn myself into a starrier and reset my world for the right recipe of sweet nightly dreams.

Purple Eyes

Holding me captive... holding a gun to my head allowing me to drift away into liberty before dawn, asking more of me than I could master, making me write his book so fast and  obviously.... for him it was too slow.
   The Great Head of the Congregation struck me with his stunning purple eyes into which I could dive and drown a lake of poetry. Touching my cold hand as still as marbel he started painting a new line to the scrypt of links and I accepted... I could not refuse those purple eyes so I cut my hair for them, I painted my face in non-colours for them and I denied my name for that of devotion.....
   Early morning.... Clock Strikes the hour... I awake.... My innocent son is expecting me to cover him with affection.... I do so and then send him to the place where his mind has to be  reforged for the course of morning to afternoon... He leaves  asking why my eyes so disturbed and sad mutter a song of the Ocean and why does the raindrop not make a miracle of bringing sparks of seven colours to form a perfect spectral wave... I smile and give him yet another kiss... what an  unexplicable feeling... I let him believe it's just the weather ... My son is dislexic and I don't think he can get the notion of purple but maybe I'm too superficial... Had my eyes been purple I would have made him the growing image of the same colour's metaphore for me and for others....
   The street is beautiful just as special as those eyes that stunned me stealing everything out of my mind... I charge my telephone by sunlight and I feel it's growing hot... The man and his gun pick my soul up from the next stop and as I myself climb on top of the flying cart I can see my soul reflected in my review mirror... I cannot work as I'm sleepy and my judgement has left me but the gun is coldly touching my head ... or is it a shard of the review mirror.... All makes sense now... I pull out my phone and take a picture of those behind me... No reflection... The ghosts fall into unmaterialism and non-existing theories as I go to school with a bagfull of food and sweets for my son's lunch... I cannot believe I have forgotten those in the morning... Yet he is smart enough and lightyears ahead of me so he playfully pushes me aside :
  * Hello there , dear mama! No need to have worried I went to the Fast Food with my mates and  it was no need for me to read for I matched my imagination with the pictures on display and by only one touch I could figure out the money so no need for reading... You don't have to say ( I've brought you....) I knew you would come but I was too hungry to wait for you so I managed on my own... You may leave the stuff here I'll eat later with the others and... by the way ... I made a change... I asked my mind to paint my eyes in purple! Thought it's nicer! Everyone says I'm the school's most special kid now and... somehow I knew you would like me better like this...!*
  He runs away with his friends and I stare at him in deep admiration and bewilderment... All I can now think of is *purple eyes...* nothing but those misterious and powerful * purple eyes..... *